valerie aker Poems

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Winters End

when the sun is high in the sky
and the wind dose not blow
and the frozen water droplets
we call snow

Colors Of The Sky

at the top of a far side hill
someone stands looking
out at the horizen.

Natures Corse

There's a frog
on a log
who croaks at
a rabbit with

Family Tree

The family tree has been
here for years.
The family tree has
seen people shed they're